Gary: Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen! Gary's Olde Towne Tavern is once again proud to present the finest in world-class boxing on the largest screen TV available in any bar in the greater Metropolitan Boston area! [cheering, whistling] Grab a drink, sit back, relax, and let the bloodletting begin! [patron whoops]
Announcer: [on TV] All right. The months of waiting are over. We've heard all the hype, we know how many millions are on the line. This is the big one. Here we go! [loud static burst]
Norm: [on TV] Good evening, I'm Norm Peterson.
Cliff: [on TV] And I'm Clifford C. Clavin.
Norm: Welcome to an evening of poetry. [Gary tries and fails to change the channel] We're so glad that you've chosen to ignore the fisticuffs they're watching over at Cheers right now, uh, three blocks down and on your right, drinks half price if you mention, "Gary sent me."
Gary: Tapped into the cable.
Norm: Instead, relax with us and enjoy as we read and interpret the many works of Dante Gabriel Rosetti, the famous 19th century poet and fancy guy. Clifford?
Cliff: Norman, I'd like to start with "The Ballad of the Dead Ladies."
Norm: Ah. An excellent choice.
Cliff: It's written in iambic pentathlon with, uh, rhyming couplets, every couple of couplets. "Tell me now, in what hidden way is Lady Flora the lovely Roman?"